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BOOK 1
Chapter 5
Constance
was waiting right outside the door. “I
was hoping that you would put the blindfold back on, but I knew you
wouldn’t.” She handed her a drink to
Traci that she accepted with her bound hands.
Constance was gorgeous. There was no librarian look whatsoever. Her shoulder length black hair shimmered,
because it was so glossy. Blue-gray eyes
sparkled as a smile covered her whole face.
She had beautiful white teeth.
She reminded Traci of Liv Tyler.
She was also wrong about the clothes.
There was no dominatrix look about her.
Her full breasts were contained in what almost looked like a halter top,
but it was much more elegant than that.
It was a white, leather sleeveless top with a stand up collar and
matching black bow tie. The pattern and
buttons down the front gave it the look of a tuxedo shirt. She had a bare slim midriff with a black
leather skirt that went almost to her knees.
Even in the matching stiletto heels that she wore, she couldn’t have
been much taller than five feet three inches.
Traci towered over Constance in her high heeled
boots. She was five foot five to begin
with. It the heels, she was close to five ten.
Traci stood there speechless, both figuratively and physically. Constance giggled and
took a drink from her own glass. Traci
continued to stare at her. She had
thought that Constance was about forty years old. She wasn’t sure how old she was, but she
looked about twenty-one.
Traci pointed a
finger towards her gag, but then realizing that she was holding a drink, tapped
the rim of the glass against the gag’s front panel. “I suppose you’re right. Turn around” Constance
told her. She set down her drink and
unlocked the gag with a ring of keys she had fished from her pocket. Putting her hands on Traci’s shoulders, she
spun her around and reached up and took hold of the straps of the gag. “Open wide.”
Traci did, and Constance pulled the sodden pear
out of her mouth. Once again she quickly
used a handkerchief to mop up the drool. Traci exercised her jaws and silently
celebrated being able to move her tongue again.
Grabbing her leash, Constance pulled her forward
and met her lips with hers. The kiss was
long and Traci felt a tongue force its way into her mouth. “Mmmm” Constance said
as they broke the kiss. “You taste like
leather and rum.” Traci blushed and took
a sip out of her drink. “You’re nothing
like I thought you’d be” Traci told her.
“I know” replied Constance confidently. “That’s the beauty of a blindfold. It’s also a big part of control.” “What do you mean?” asked Traci. “When you are tied or restrained in some way,
you can almost always move a little.
When you are gagged, no mater how tightly, you can always make some
noise, but when you are blindfolded properly, you can see absolutely nothing.”
“Do you want me to get it?” Traci asked. “As a matter of fact I do.” Traci set her drink on the bar and retrieved
the blindfold. Constance
reached out and took it. “Can I have it
off, just for a little while? I’ve only
been able to see for a couple of minutes in the last seven hours.” Traci looked around the den. The furnishings were cozy and looked quite
expensive. Constance
pondered Traci’s request while she picked up a black leather bolero jacket off
of the back of the couch. She put it
on. It made the outfit. “I’ll tell you what. The surprise is already spoiled, so it really
doesn’t matter except for the fact that my instructions say that you are
supposed to be blindfolded or hooded until Mr. Proctor returns. You’re not supposed to see the house until he
shows it to you. I’ll put it back on
you, but it will only be for a few minute.
If Mr. Proctor asks, you were sightless the entire time; otherwise I’ll
get in a lot of trouble. Do we have a
deal?” “You’ve got a deal.” Traci gave
her the blindfold, and she put it back on her.
“How about you cut these off also?” Traci asked hopefully, holding out
her bound wrists. “How about you be
thankful that I don’t secure your hands behind you like I’m supposed to.” “Consider me thankful” Traci told her. Constance picked up
Traci’s leash, and led her out of the room.
The walked down a set of long hallways.
Constance stopped them, put a finger to Traci’s
lips, and whispered in her ear. “Be
quiet until we get to my room.” Traci
could hear a television playing nearby.
“Who’s?” Traci started, but Constance quickly
covered her mouth. She led her a few
more steps, opened a door, and pushed her through.
After she had
closed the door, she took her hand away from Traci’s mouth. “Sorry” Traci said. “Who else is here?” “Her name is Beth. She’s a maid.
You’re supposed to be gagged also.
If she heard you talking, she’d probably turn me in. We don’t get along very well.” “What should I do if she comes in?” “Don’t worry, she won’t leave her room
tonight.” “Are you sure?” “Absolutely” Constance
replied as she undid Traci’s blindfold. “Is
this your room?” Traci asked. “Yep, what
do you think?” Traci looked around. It was a huge room. Half of it was set up as a bedroom, and the
other part as a relaxation area. The bed
section had a huge wooden, four poster bed, a couple of dressers, a make up
table with chair, and a nightstand on either side of the bed’s headboard. The other area had a loveseat, a recliner, a
small coffee table, and an entertainment center. Off to the side was a desk with a computer
and a printer on it. There were two
doors besides the one they had entered through, one of which opened into a
bathroom and dressing area. The other one
was closed. “It’s really nice.” Constance went into
the dressing area, and returned with two beers.
She twisted the cap off of one, and handed it to Traci. She took it and gave it a long pull. “Somehow I didn’t take you as a beer drinker”
Traci told her.
Constance
opened a drawer in one nightstand, and pulled out a pair of blunt nosed
scissors. “Come here and put out your
hands.” She cut off the plastic bonds. “I have a confession to make.” She took Traci by the hand, and led her to
the other closed door. She opened it to
reveal a huge walk-in closet packed with clothes. She pointed to a rack on one side of the
closet. “See those? Those are mine.” Hanging on the rack were many maids uniforms. Some were light blue, some pink, some gray. A few of them were black. All were trimmed along the edges with frilly,
white lace trim, and had matching white aprons.
“I’m a maid also, but I didn’t lie to you. I’m also Mr. Proctor’s assistant when it
comes to running the household. I do all
of the ordering, bookkeeping, and handle his private affairs, like leasing you
for the weekend. I’m Constance
when I deal with the upper crust. The
rest of the time, I’m just Connie the maid.”
Constance looked embarrassed, looked at the
floor, and then took a drink from her bottle.
“I shouldn’t have given you the wrong impression” she added. “Consider yourself forgiven. What does it matter anyway?” Traci said. Constance stepped up
to her, put her arms around her, and gave her another long, sensuous kiss. “Just remember, you’re still my bondage slave
for the night” she said with a wink. “I
forgot to tell you because when I had the thought, I was gagged, but I love
your outfit. Where did you get all of
these?” Traci stared in awe at all of
the many clothes in the large closet. “Mr.
Proctor is very generous. I may be a
maid, but I’m probably the best paid maid in Rhode Island. O shit!”
She covered her mouth with her hand, and her eyes went wide. “I’m not supposed to let you know where
you’re at.” “I’ve already forgotten it”
replied Traci.
“How old are
you?” “I’m twenty-four. I’ve worked here for almost three
years.” “I know that I shouldn’t ask,
but how much do you make?” “I make two
hundred grand a year. Since I have no
rent to pay, I barely spend any of it.”
“Two hundred thousand dollars!” Traci echoed in disbelief. “How often do you have to sleep with
him?” “Never” replied Connie, “But I do
have other ways that I have to earn my pay.”
“Such as?” Traci inquired. “Things
like you.” “That doesn’t sound too bad.
You book him girls through Triple F and you make a ton of money.” “You misunderstand what I mean” she said
tracing a finger nail over Traci’s nipple.
It immediately sprang to attention.
“I do exactly what you’re doing right now.” “You mean that he ties you up?” Traci said
with a surprised expression on her face.
“Yes, but only once in a while.
He calls it punishing me. It’s
usually for something I’ve actually done, but sometimes it’s for some perceived
indiscretion.” “Why am I here then?”
asked Traci. “Variety is the spice of
life, and you dear, are the variety.”
“Did you know this when you came to work for him?” “Of course.
It’s no big deal. Like I said
before, he doesn’t have sex with me, but sometimes he gets me off with
toys. The bad part is that I’m not
allowed to leave the grounds. It’s in my
contract. It’s really not that bad. There’s everything I need here and the
grounds are huge. The only thing lacking
is my sex life. That’s why we need to
get that chastity belt off of you.
Here’s my plan.” Constance
told her what she had in mind. Traci
couldn’t believe it.
